Day One Hundred and Ninety Three - QuirkyAlone

Yup, another stolen thing-a-day entry, courtesy of the Chasing 30 blog. Today I'm revealing five quirky things about myself. I know what the word quirky means [I am a literature graduate so obviously that has a lot of good uses], however I was a bit tickled when I saw that one of it's definitions is that a quirk is also a "glitch." So, like something kinda wrong with you. I liked that and it helped to shape my list, rather than it just being a list of interesting/unique things about me. It's more a list of what makes me a weirdo - physically, mentally, etc.

1. I have central heterochromia. This is an eye condition in which there are two different colours in the same iris [as opposed to regular heterochromia where your eyes are two different colours]. In my case my eyes are mainly green with brown in the inner parts of my iris. Strangely enough I just noticed this very recently. I thought that I had hazel eyes. I was wrong. Eyes like mine are sometimes called cat’s eyes. They are in my top three of favourite physical features [on my own person].

2. I love art and find most genres/periods in art history to be very redeemable, except that I loathe most of art done in the Renaissance. Yeah, I know – it’s the frakking Renaissance and it is such because…well, it should be pretty awesome by definition. I just find most of it to be overblown, overdone. It’s all too much. And too popular. Strangely though I was moved to tears when I finally laid eyes upon Michaelangelo’s David.

3. I have a real problem with different types of food touching. I would be happiest if I could eat all of my meals off of a prison-style plastic plate [yknow – with the dividers]. Sandwiches are my main exception. I even struggle to eat pasta with sauce and I will separate the noodles from bits of vegetables in the sauce. I know I’m missing out on some great flavour combinations, but I really can’t stop myself.

4. I have a lot of feelings about numbers and sometimes letters/words. I don’t know much about numerology, so it’s not like that. But I am forever adding up numbers in my head and I can do this very quickly – such as adding up my birthday (1+9+7+8) + (1+0) + (3+1). And then I get a vibe off the number. I love the number five, combinations of five and numbers that have five. I intensely dislike four. I either really love or really hate prime numbers. For me, numbers and letters [sometimes words too] have personalities and I can envision how they look and imagine how they might interact with each other. My very favourite number is 13.

5. I have always enjoyed using aliases. I do this almost entirely without thinking – I will just give out a fake name/fake backstory – usually nothing glamourous or interesting. Unless I have to use my real name, I likely won’t. No, Sydney is not my real name either. I am an international woman of mystery. When we were in high school and used to write real letters [before the internets, kids] my friend Claire and I would always address them to fake names. Some of them were so very usual, but the post always got there. In fact, my mail carrier used to be very amused by this and confessed to my mum that she always looked forward to the letters to see to whom they would be addressed. I don’t really have a good excuse for doing this – other than being a bit schizophrenic – but I guess I figure, why not? It’s really no deeper than that.